“I was just thinking about what you said. I don’t remember the last time something felt like home.”
“Must feel like home when you visit your mom, right?”
“Well,” I snuggle into him tighter, “kind of, but everything changed after she got sick. It’s like she’s there, but it’s not the same as it was, ya know?”
He nods slowly, his strong hands massaging my legs as I talk. “I get it. We should find a way to update that house for her. If she had the right tools, I’d bet she could be out in a greenhouse again.”
I smile at the dream of my mother outside working with her hands like she used to. “Yeah, and someday, when I’m rich beyond my wildest dreams, it’s the first thing I’m doing for her.”
He groans low under his breath as though he’s frustrated for me. “I can’t believe Nathan didn’t offer to help with that. The man has more money than he knows what to do with.”
“I know. It made me sick how much he spent on the wedding, knowing that money could’ve changed my mom’s life. He seemed so kind at first, like he cared about me. That’s why the shift felt so abrupt and almost unbelievable. Like I’d done something to cause it.”
Rhett kisses the top of my head. “None of that was your fault. You’re safe now, baby girl. I’ll take care of you. It might take some time to figure out, but I’ll help your mom too.”
I want to climb up in his lap, hug him tight, and call him daddy. I want to blindly accept that this feeling will last forever and that he means everything he’s saying.
“We should go crawl into bed,” he says. “You’ve had a long day. You need your sleep.”
“Can we stay here a second longer, daddy?” I kiss him gently and snuggle back into his arms, confused as hell as to why this feels so damn right.
“Sure, baby girl.” His chest rises under my cheek, and his hand rests on my back, his thick fingers drawing slow circles, steady and warm, like he was made for me.
I shift a little and his arm tightens around me instinctively. God, this doesn’t make the confusion go away, it makes it worse, but maybe I’m not supposed to understand anything right now. Maybe I’m supposed to fall asleep right here in the safety of his arms and figure everything out in the morning.
*****
I’m riding Rhett’s thick cock. He’s spreading me wide. His hands are on my hips, my gaze on his as I bounce hard and heavy over and over again.
He reaches up and grips my breasts as they sway. “You like riding on Daddy’s lap?”
My clit nearly bursts as his deep voice resonates through the room.
“I love it when Daddy teaches me new things,” I whine, cheeks burning red as my soaking pussy slides around on his dick. “I needed Daddy’s cock so badly.”
He brushes his rough hand down over my cheek and holds it against my throat. “Aww… your daddy needed you too. You feel how hard you get me?”
I land my hands on his solid chest and move them slowly over every tense muscle as he bounces me up and down on his monstrous cock. I have no idea what a man like Rhett sees in a woman like me, but I’m not asking questions anymore. For once in my life, I’m accepting what’s given to me and I’m enjoying the hell out of it.
“Daddy needs you, princess. Daddy needs that tight, little pussy strangling his cock.” He’s breathless, growling, an eagerness in his throat I haven’t heard yet.
My body twitches and my thighs tighten, as my pussy grabs hold of his thick dick.
“Oh God!” I’m screaming, aching, desperate, and digging for more when a heavy knock startles me awake, forcing me backto real life where I’m on the floor in the living room, tucked into Rhett’s arms.
I can’t believe we actually slept out here all night. Heck, I can’t remember the last time I slept that comfortably on the floor. I also can’t remember the last time I had a dream that intense. I think there might be a puddle on this blanket now.
Another knock hits heavy, this one waking Rhett.
“What is that?” he groans and rolls into me, his breath still sweet with chocolate frosting.
“I think someone’s at the door.”
He narrows his brows as his free hand searches for his phone. “What the hell time is it?”
I glance toward the oven, squinting when I think I see the clock. “I think it says… five. Who would be here before the sun is up?”
“Probably one of my buddies.” He kisses my forehead gently and groans as he sits up from the floor, his body moving slower this morning. Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to put a forty-five-year-old man on the floor for the night. I hadn’t thought about that. Tonight, we’ll definitely go back to his bed.
